Seven A.M.

We're paperless

Won't document this

Under surveillance

Reconnaissance

The nation of the sleeping

And its promotions

We slip beneath the marquee

In a car named Anadyr

Hiding beneath the streetlights

By the ticket window

Watching saddened sidewalk kids

Line up like the faded movie posters

What's been watching?

What's been hiding

Between the continents and seven a.m.?

Keep an eye on the neighborhood

And an eye raised to the sky

Any airplane entering our airspace

Will be shot down

What's been watching?

What's been hiding?

We're paperless

Won't document this

No emotion

No box office